You ll catch some mean lumps
He dont want the diamonds
I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king
You killed da nigga i bet his parents at home waiting
Dat same niggas that grew up , da same nigga you been wit
My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that
You messin wit da truth,
With women with issues
Somebody ring the church bells for da man wit no ring on
Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john
I 'll just stick ta hate songs
Metaphor, chilling with better whores
I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless
And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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